My Informative Cultivation Life

"Ancestor, I was killed in secret by that Divinity Transformation kid and Lan Xiaosheng!" The middle-aged man glanced at the gloomy and still Desolate Ancestor and tremblingly said.

"Useless, all of you are useless! With so many of you, how could you all fall at the hands of just these two? Lan Xiaosheng's strength is almost equal to yours, how did you lose?" The Desolate Ancestor could no longer suppress his volatile emotions and roared out loud.

"That Divinity Transformation kid has a Magical Treasure capable of Time-Space Imprisonment; although it can only imprison briefly, with Lan Xiaosheng striking alongside him, we were only able to defend and had no chance to counterattack!" The middle-aged man said with a quivering voice.

"A treasure that imprisons time and space?" The Desolate Ancestor's face lengthened, and he grimly said, "This Divinity Transformation kid actually has such a Magical Treasure. This is bad, really bad!"

"Damn, if only I had known..."

His words suddenly stopped, and he gave the other ancestors a furtive glance without finishing his sentence.

At this moment, his face was so dark it was almost pitiful; truly a case of crying without tears, a mess of his own making. Knocking his own foot with the hoe he'd lifted, the loss was immense, filled with surging hatred and regret for past decisions.

"Who is this kid, to actually ruin my fortune!" The Desolate Ancestor lost all pretense and cursed lowly.

"Hahahaha, you all died at the hands of Lan Xiaosheng? With that said, has he already collected twenty-seven Tokens? It looks like I can't hold onto my Immortal Technique anymore, and must bestow it upon him!" The Naihe Ancestor chuckled mischievously, laughing heartily and feeling exceedingly pleased with himself.

"Hm?" The Wanjie Elder was puzzled and murmured softly, "Brother Xuan, did your junior brother borrow the wrong luck, or why did it go to that old ghost Naihe? Could it be that this Naihe old ghost is about to claim first place again?"

"Don't panic, only fifty years have passed; there are still four hundred and fifty years to go." Xuan Zhong seemed unconcerned as he sat cross-legged in the void, leisurely gnawing on a chicken leg.

"That's true!" The Wanjie Elder furrowed his brows and nodded in self-comfort.

Time continued to slip by.

Within the Life and Death Realm, Yang Ji quietly comprehended Immortal Techniques while Lan Xiaosheng also quietly awaited his prey.

The two of them thus spent another two hundred years without interfering with each other.

In that time, sixty-eight people from the Desolate Ancestor's side had already fallen, leaving only thirty-two.

Only two hundred fifty years had passed.

And they had already lost more than half their number.

The Desolate Ancestor's face was burning with pain, the blue veins on his eyelids twitching uncontrollably, as if he would explode at any moment.

The eliminated followers behind him were silent as cicadas in the cold, not daring to make the slightest noise.

For many years, he had never suffered such a great loss. The sudden demise of sixty-eight people was a staggering blow.

In contrast, the Naihe Ancestor was leisurely enjoying his tea, humming a tune, looking totally content.

"Desolate old ghost, you're probably set to be the last."

The Desolate Ancestor snorted coldly, "Naihe old ghost, don't be so smug, the outcome is still uncertain."

"Oh? Is that so? Then let's wait and see!" The Naihe Ancestor let out a clear and relaxed laugh, completely self-assured in his smile.

The other ancestors' expressions were not so cheerful upon seeing him this relaxed.

"What is Brother Yang doing? Why is he strengthening the enemy?" The Wanjie Ancestor spoke with vexation.

"No rush, no rush, my junior brother must have his own plans. Since he agreed to take action for you, let's just wait and see," Xuan Zhong said detached from the situation, unconcerned about his own interests, and not the slightest bit worried.

As he instructed Shi Linger in her cultivation, they also discussed cooking skills, living a carefree and comfortable life.

As time ticked by, the Life and Death Realm entered its third century.

Yang Ji and Lan Xiaosheng continued as before, one cultivating and one waiting for the opportunity to act.
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And it was on this day, chi la! A pale stream of light sliced through, and the ground suddenly cracked open.

The stream of light was like a knife, relentless in its trajectory, aiming directly at Yang Ji.

Although Yang Ji felt it coming early on, this move still made him gasp in alarm. He quickly used the Wings of Time-Space to dodge away just in time.

"Not dead?" From above the Sky Firmament, the newcomer, overpowering in their presence, let out a surprised sound. Suddenly, their gaze shifted towards a desolate hillside, "Hm? Another rat hiding?"

With a finger as sharp as a knife, they slashed down, and a pale stream of light transformed into a Sky Saber. With a sizzling sound, the hillock was split in two.

"How did this person find this place?" Lan Xiaosheng frowned deeply, his eyes revealing intense wariness. Knowing his position was exposed, he dodged the light saber and in a blink appeared in the void.

"Little brother, this person is called Ji Cangjun, the most outstanding Dao child under the Desolate Ancestor's command. He has slain two Dao Calamities and is immensely powerful. Let's join forces and kill him!" Lan Xiaosheng glanced at Yang Ji, his eyes revealing a trace of madness, hoping to use Yang Ji's strength to slay the Dao child.

"Alright, let's try!" Yang Ji had also appeared in the midair, his gaze fixed on Ji Cangjun.

"Die!" Seeing the two secretly communicating, Ji Cangjun's hand lunged from the sky, with a pallid ring of light bursting from his palm, one circle after another. Each ring was imbued with the intense essence of Dao Principles, their power boundless.

"Imprison!" Yang Ji shouted lowly, the Wings of Time-Space exhibiting their power, and instantly imprisoning the incoming pallid rings.

"Kill!" Seeing this scene, Lan Xiaosheng's eyes turned blood-red, half with madness and half with excitement. If Ji Cangjun could be slain, the rewards from the Naihe Ancestor upon his return would be limitless.